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Favorite Lyrics Thread.
As I recall, we did have a thread like this, but it's been dead for a minute now, and the search button is fucked, so....
From Who Gon' Stop Me:
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats.
I’m allergic to havin' bunny ears.
Like broke?
Like nope!
From Otis:
Sophisticated Ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
I get it custom, you a customer.
You ain't accustomed to going through customs, you ain't been nowhere, hah?!?
From Who Gon' Stop Me:
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats.
I’m allergic to havin' bunny ears.
Like broke?
Like nope!
From Otis:
Sophisticated Ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
I get it custom, you a customer.
You ain't accustomed to going through customs, you ain't been nowhere, hah?!?
Comments
Real niggers always use you
Real whites think you suck
You want to give us props
But we hate you, you wigger
[Chorus:]
You think you're black- you're not
You think you're cool- you're not
You're not black- you're gay
You think you fit in- niggers hate you
Talk like a white man
Or I’ll beat your face in
You're not Doctor Dre
Stop thinking you're black
[Chorus]
And never did I pretend
To be an African
You need'n a history lesson
Cuz you forgot where you came from
You're just fuckin dumb
I don’t like it when you talk,
Cause that just means your not sucking my cock.
Love is for girls and gays,
If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways…
Either you have sex with me…
Or you have sex with me.
I have really good sex moves,
That I learned in China.
I’m a sexual tiger,
And I feed on vagina (raahhrr)
Jon Lajoie is the shit! \m/
(SPOKEN)
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon. We don't know…
(SUNG)
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a Cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no) no way (uh-uh). No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense.
(oh yeah) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong…
NAAAAH!
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
(SPOKEN)
You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights. Yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non- biodegradable Styrofoam containers! And when I'm done suckin' down those grease ball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth on the American flag and then toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a God-damned thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why!
Two words--nuclear fucking weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the democracy they want. They can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tiananmen Square and it won't make a lick of difference, because we’ve got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen! And when we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times. That's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be.
I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes and Lee Marvin (Hey) and Sam Peckinpah (Hey) and a case of whisky (Hey) and drive down to Texas… (Hey, Hey, Hey)
(Hey you know you really are an asshole)
Why don’t you just shut up and sing this song pal.
I'm an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
A – S – S - H - O – L – E.
Everybody, A – S – S - H - O – L – E.
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Fung Achng Tum Chng Fum Afung Fung Ooh
(SPOKEN)
I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it!
Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead
Right now you're provokin my detonation
Never test me without proper authorization
My lack of patience has cause me to get mad
And explode right in front of your face like a airbag
Your rhyme is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate
I create lyrics too intricate to imitate
Movin at a velocity
That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
But iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86
And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me
My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries
Cuz I'm as original as it gets
And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks
I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style
Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile
Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics
Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits
From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen
Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent
Much less understand it
I make type-rope walkers in the circus
lose they balance when I kick the planet
You suffer, but why?
One Gun - Lamb of God
You taught me hate, I'll teach you fear. Open the eyes, kill despair. You tried to squeeze the life from me, son of a bitch I'm going to break you.
-Break you, LOG
smokin on da Indo until i get illiterate
ready to strike
this world is so fucked
lets end it tonight
diahrrea cha cha cha
thats brutal
I can't really remember any favorite lyrics atm, but some of my favorite lyricists are Arif Mirabdohlbaghi and Arthur Von Nagel.
Do you have justice to trump the divine
To steal the sanctity from their sermon
Reduce to ash, writings of piety
And conquer the lord's word
I think you do
and
Raise your horns to those who died
Lets drink to fallen friends tonight
Let's celebrate their glory life.
We'll meet again in Valhalla when we die!
You're under my skin the poison within
Diabolical rapture that's dripping with sin
Break down my will, a kiss for the kill
Bury me deep between death and the thrill
Your name is desire, loins of fire
The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar
Break down my will, a kiss for the kill
Bury me deep between death and the thrill
Let glow red the poison sun and the flame to make me numb
Let me hear the words which I have been dying to hear
Burn my fingers one by one, guide me down into the sun
Let me show you how I crave to make you come
You looked at me deep and made me weep
You gave me my sin, my soul now keep
Broke down my will, kissed for the kill
Buried me deep between death and the thrill